Soren’s POV

Brian came striding in, almost too fast, his face lit up with a strange sort of joy. Not the kind of expression you’d expect in our line of work. He handed me an envelope.

“A letter from your wife,” he said, then disappeared without waiting for a response.

I didn’t need to read the name. I already knew who it was from.

Inside was a letter, and a small, wrapped box. My hands trembled as I unfolded the paper.

"You are the father of my child."

The words ...